I̶'̶m̶ ̶a̶ ̶r̶e̶c̶e̶n̶t̶ I was a stay-at-home dad. Sarcasm is my crutch and cynicism my wheelchair.
Lunchroom Larfs are cute/silly notes I put in my daughter's lunch everyday. Each night I write a disturbing caption to make them palatable to cynical adults such as myself.

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Lunchroom Larfs- January 29, 2015

The cheese won gold in Alpine skiing that year. It was a bittersweet victory as his body was sprinkled on top of over cooked spaghetti. In his place his lay-about stoner brother, a slice of American cheese, accepted his award. From that day on he wore that medal to bars every night asking innocent pieces of Gouda if they wanted to fuck a champion.